Origami

She cried each time she tried. She didn't cry because of the cuts that embedded her skin from folding beautiful and thin slivers of japanese paper. She broke down each time, because she felt like everything she did wasn't good enough. But she never gave up. She continued to fold the blessing in disguise, until one day she looked at herself in the mirror. Who she saw, wasn't the same person from months ago. She didn't see a ragedy amatuer who surrounded herself with crumbled paper. She saw a girl who was passionate about what she was doing. Someone who looked like they'd been doing Origami for decades. She looked wise, and so very proud of herself. As if no one's opinions could inflict her l...View all